Defies explanation.... I hope.




THE FLACK CHUCKERS

 

 

Like lambs to the slaughter
they stumble on, signs aloft,
shouting for collaberation -
believing they can cause
change to the valleys,
to the fields, the sea, the beaches,
the cities, the climate...
change to the flack chuckers.
But the flack chuckers laugh
inwardly like demented demons,
for they have found bliss
with gold flecked bath bombs,
and dosh stuffed mattresses,
Lamborghinis, Mayfair pads, et al.
In truth, you know, there is shit
At both ends of the rainbow,
just more at the toiling end
than the other sparkly one.
But both ends have shit
of one kind or another
nonetheless.

 

 

© Griffonner 2026

 

 





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Written on 2026-08-19 at 12:16

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
@ Sameen:
Thank you for this appraisal. You are of course quite correct in identifying the 'cartoonish' element to this. I felt that was the right way to approach the subject because there is a vast chasm between identifying a situation and proposing a solution. Better to use a bit of humor to highlight a situation for which currently there does not seem to be a hook to use as a solution.
2026-08-25


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
The cynicism is earned, but the poem risks flattening 'the lambs' into pure victims and the 'flack chuckers' into pure caricature. Demented demons with gold bath bombs is vivid, but it lets both sides off the hook. One becomes helpless, the other cartoonish.
2026-08-25


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Makes perfect sense to me. You write the truth.
2026-08-19